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I remember childlike entities looking down at me as I lay helplessly upon a pedestal of polished metal, hooked up to several bizarre
machines through a series of tubes and wires.
The machines muttered and whirred, filling my heart with dread and my bowels with soup.
The creatures spoke to each other and maybe to me in a completely unintelligable language
and I knew then that they were aliens: Grays!
With that sudden realization my stomach tightened-up reflexively and I struggled weakly beneath their pale, otherworldly hands.
I watched in fascination as their clever, little fingers reached into me and after a moment, withdrew holding various brightly colored toys: pink and blue toys, toys pulsing with life and displaying pounding arteries and small articulated veins. Out came my bladder, out came my lungs, out came my heart which they placed in a special container with an amber light on it that flashed in unison with the beat of my heart.
Then they pulled out another thing, it was black and smelled horrible. They moved quickly, opening a trapdoor on the floor of the room we were in and dumping the black thing into a chamber beneath the floor. They flipped a switch and a terrible grinding, whining noise filled my head. I knew, somehow, that the black thing was being disintegrated, broken down into it's molecular components and dispersed into space.
With the evil, smelly thing gone the aliens relaxed and took a break. They slouched around for ten or fifteen minutes, smoking cigarettes and chatting in low voices. Finally they went back to work and returned all my inner parts to their regular places and sewed me up using an invisible needle and thread as thin as a hair. Now that I saw that their intent, all along, had been to rid me of the horrible black thing that was surely malignant I was calm and eager to find out what was going to happen next.
Making use of a levitation device I can't begin to describe the Grays stood me on my feet and wrapped me in a covering of light, then, with swift, nimble hands, they slipped me into a tube and fired me (compressed air)
at the Earth which I struck with tremendous force leaving a blackened crater out of which blossomed, the very next day, a curious pink and blue flower.
© W.G. Myers
machines through a series of tubes and wires.
The machines muttered and whirred, filling my heart with dread and my bowels with soup.
The creatures spoke to each other and maybe to me in a completely unintelligable language
and I knew then that they were aliens: Grays!
With that sudden realization my stomach tightened-up reflexively and I struggled weakly beneath their pale, otherworldly hands.
I watched in fascination as their clever, little fingers reached into me and after a moment, withdrew holding various brightly colored toys: pink and blue toys, toys pulsing with life and displaying pounding arteries and small articulated veins. Out came my bladder, out came my lungs, out came my heart which they placed in a special container with an amber light on it that flashed in unison with the beat of my heart.
Then they pulled out another thing, it was black and smelled horrible. They moved quickly, opening a trapdoor on the floor of the room we were in and dumping the black thing into a chamber beneath the floor. They flipped a switch and a terrible grinding, whining noise filled my head. I knew, somehow, that the black thing was being disintegrated, broken down into it's molecular components and dispersed into space.
With the evil, smelly thing gone the aliens relaxed and took a break. They slouched around for ten or fifteen minutes, smoking cigarettes and chatting in low voices. Finally they went back to work and returned all my inner parts to their regular places and sewed me up using an invisible needle and thread as thin as a hair. Now that I saw that their intent, all along, had been to rid me of the horrible black thing that was surely malignant I was calm and eager to find out what was going to happen next.
Making use of a levitation device I can't begin to describe the Grays stood me on my feet and wrapped me in a covering of light, then, with swift, nimble hands, they slipped me into a tube and fired me (compressed air)
at the Earth which I struck with tremendous force leaving a blackened crater out of which blossomed, the very next day, a curious pink and blue flower.
© W.G. Myers
